It's interesting that most negative comments on the shoe come from those who haven't worn them, but just assume they must be bad because SD own them. While the majority of those that own them and have run in them seem to feel they are OK shoes.
Comments that the shoes are hard is useful information - some people are looking for that sort of protection when going off-road because there are rocks and stones about! Trail shoes are not intended to be used continuously on roads, so that needs to be borne in mind. Trail shoes tend not to give the sort of cushioning that you'd expect from regular running shoes.
On the whole, based on what I had read, I was inclining to give them a go - they are, after all, a third of the price of most trail shoes. But hearing that they are falling apart after just 50 miles is not encouraging. That is grounds for a refund under the sale of goods act. I'd be interested to hear how you get on. Seems that another person who took his shoes back almost immediately had no problems. I once had a long fight with a manager at Millets when I returned a pair of their own brand Peter Storm leather walking shoes that broke just after a month's use. He said that it was out of guarantee so woudn't replace them. He did eventually.
Best moment: The first 13 miles were good. The weather was nice, and I was feeling strong. I knew I was way out of my plan as I was going much too fast, and no matter how much I kidded myself that this was time in my pocket for when I faded at the end, I knew I would suffer and crash, but couldn't slow myself down. Passing each pub was a good moment, and after Canary Wharf I did take advantage of those with drinks in their hands to gulps a few mouthfuls of beer, much to everyone's pleasure!
Worse moment - going round the Dogs. I had talked myself into walking round to save energy, and that if I started running again on leaving the Dogs I would still make my target of 6 hours because I did have so much time in hand. But coming into Canary Wharf I felt really dizzy and sick. I had run too hard in the first half, and my body had not been able to run and absorb water and energy - so it was all still there in my stomach. I had to lay down to recover. Got surrounded by paramedics who took some convincing that I was actually OK, just needed to lower my head because I was dizzy, and needed rest so my body could absorb the water. After checking my pulse, and finding that I was lucid and talking sense, they gradually faded away, leaving just one kind lady to chat to me until I felt better. But then when I set off again, my muscles had cooled down, so within half a mile I got cramp. Another ten minutes getting treatment. My 6 hour target was now well gone.
I was surprised at how thin the crowd was in Central London. When I finished two years ago at around the same time, the Embankment and Birdcage Walk had been crowded, and I had been somewhat over-stimulated by the cheering to run a sprint finish. This year it was sparsh. Birdcage Walk in particular. Only one side had people, and that had big gaps. It was now overcast and cold, so I assume people had just drifted away a bit earlier.
Most memorable two years ago was probably about mile 24 when a woman dashed out from the crowd to give me a big sexy kiss and tell me I was a hero. Nothing like that this year. Probably some of the banners: "Mo Farah Never Ran A Marathon" - "Who needs toenails anyway" - and the best: "Run if you can - Walk if you must - But finish for Boston"
My goal was under 6 hours. Only done it once - at Amsterdam. All too often it's 6.03, 6.05, etc. Praque was 6.01 FFS! Because I went off too fast, and the wheels came off round the Dogs, I only managed 6.37
A few pints with my son. And we remembered how we had drunk together after the British 10K with a friend of his, who later got killed on his bike during the Olympics.
@Intermanaut. My review was done under my user name. My real name is not shown on this site. However, I do use the name SilkTork on other websites where my real name is shown. Burke must have searched the internet for other uses of SilkTork, found my real name, then sat down with the hundreds of race entries and went through them looking for my email address. And then wrote me a long accusatory message. It wasn't a friendly act, nor was it designed to be.